What gets me every time is the consistency. London ramen joints can be fickle—some days the broth is too salty, the noodles undercooked. Not here. Every visit, that bowl arrives the same: perfect. It’s like they’ve made a pact with a pork deity. (I imagine a small shrine in the back, but I haven’t checked—let me keep my delusions.)
The space itself is tiny—maybe 20 seats, all lined up along a counter. You’ll sit elbow-to-elbow with strangers, and you’ll all make the same involuntary “mmm” sounds. It’s awkward. It’s wonderful. It’s community through carbs.
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Practical advice before you go (because I care)
First, go at an off-peak time. 3 PM on a Tuesday? You’ll walk right in. Friday night at 7? Expect to make a new friend in the queue. Second, don’t over-order. The ramen is rich enough to fill you, and adding gyoza + rice might send you into a food coma (been there—worth it, but risky).
Also, pace yourself with the broth. You’ll want to drink it all, but the sodium level is… let’s call it “aggressive.” Your future self will thank you if you leave a few spoonfuls in the bowl. (Or don’t. I’m not your mother. But drink water afterward.)
And final note: watch your head if you’re tall. The ceiling is low, and I’ve seen more than one awkward duck-walk to a seat. It adds to the charm, really. You’re not just eating—you’re navigating a tiny obstacle course of pure deliciousness.
So, next time you’re around Centre Point, or hunting for a post-shopping meal, or just lost and hungry like I was, find 64 St Giles High St. Let the steam fog your glasses. Let the queue test your patience. And when that bowl lands in front of you, slurp loudly. It’s not rude here—it’s a compliment.
